Please be in-to me and my poetry in paragraphs, the time is Aft... sent to the E.R. for drinking a small amount of cleaner, A CRY FOR HELP! =)

Tiny and those Teenie best of breasts atop “A Cup” of salmonated saliva, flavored smegma- sitting in the sink, tiny breast milk 100% nutrition to be sipped, when I raced a Honda for “pink slips” if you catch my drift of DRIVING the pilot of a ground-zero vehicle, you know... Like I want my head in my bed, come morning, come moaning, each morning...

Coming too soon,

Coming too late-

OR NOT COMING AT ALL!

The Feeble and federated amble professional “Prefix” of N-Y-C and the Knicks—in a dime-bag—but the Twin Towers tasting bittersweet sorry and sour at most any single sinful Arab—on a private Jet Propulsion with the explosion of Russia’s missiles, TRUMP I COULD KISS YA !!!  So if given the chance, my bicycle slippers so eager to have spoken to Mike Lindell of MyPillow “fame” I called him in Me-hi-co what a shame, of him with his buddies with white power Cocaine infiltrating his unkempt brain—while her tongue swishes the Sugary Soda, “Hey girlies, nice to know ya!"

A noose, A goose, a mother loose, like a loose lasso, stringing up the slaves on a NOOSE-MAX the news channel of Mike Lindell — famous now and previously my online friend—cutting lines after lines with so many gaggers (when you sniff too much glue, you, you gag on the powder—Gaggers of Diet Coke and Mother Hen with my $250 Mont Blanc pen, they never delivered, and Robin Quivers of The Howard Stern Show—seen the movie of my “Private Parts”—read his “Miss America” book—talk radio, no longer, for I care about SINGING and SINGLE LADY’S LIPS AND HIPS, her the one to do-do the squatting...

Sinning pre-marital tightly, and to do her right for you to see Pee-Pee, my big PIPE, for Eve’s “Apple” is ripe! 💖